He let Finn take his hand, using the other to cover his eyes, pinching tight until he could see white sparks burst across his vision.
He wasn't going to let Finn see him cry. He wasn't. He wasn't.
But the first sob tore through his chest against his own volition, and the second followed quickly after, until Poe was jus gripping his own face and shaking as he tried to bite them back.
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He wasn't going to let Finn see him cry. He wasn't. He wasn't.
But the first sob tore through his chest against his own volition, and the second followed quickly after, until Poe was jus gripping his own face and shaking as he tried to bite them back.